| Max adopted us when she was about 3 years old on Christmas morning. I' ve told probably about everyone the story of our first encounter, but here it is again. Imagine: Christmas Eve, stockings over the furnace, a lighted tree in the corner, and two whiney brats begging to open their presents early. I was one of them. Anyway, their requests were denied, and they scampered off to bed. Well, I wake up at 12:00 and just started walking off. About half way out of my room, I realized, "Hey. I have to go to the bathroom," while heading that direction. Mind you, I was half asleep and couldn't support my head so I was lazily walking with my chin to my chest, down the hall. I was slowly making my way when I noticed these big green eyes looking up at me. "Oh, a cat."I thought, now to the bathroom. I got done with my business, and now fully awake, hopped into bed. I woke up the next morning, and 'lo and behold!, a cat for Christmas! I had forgotten about the night before! How dense can you be! Well, that day we discovered Maxine's love of getting stuck in cupboards, of staring out the window all day, and of sitting in my Grandpa's lap, despite his unwelcome permission. Everything went fine for a couple of years until we moved into a house with another cat, called Doofus.(My older step brother named her.) Now this cat stalks Max relentlessly, but never lays a finger on her.It's actually, kind of strange. |
